Mar 26 2010

The Succubi Queen’s Throne

A poem by James for this Friday in the Tale for which I am forever thankful that he shared it with us all…





By James

Her Majesty sits enthroned,

awash in mystery and power

while you, prostrate at her feet,

see her gently tilted arch,

the ponting of her slim foot,

downward, where your gaze should be.

Her Majesty sits enthroned,

and you lose track of the hour

while eyes behold sculpted legs,

smooth and tapered perfection,

crossed regally, tail twining,

and yet inviting you up.

Her Majesty sits enthroned,

a statuesque, royal tower,

rising as if pre-ordained

and ever meant to be so

from this seat from which all law

and truth rises, commanding.

Her Majesty sits enthroned,

and here the Realm’s fairest flower

blossoms with joy and mischief,

arms akimbo, hair flailing,

head bobbing, horns accenting

her dance of wild abandon.

“Rule with me in wild whimsy.

Stand before me, properly,

and fall into unbridled

lusts, give all yourself, take me,

and our bliss will never sour.”

So says she who sits, enthroned.

Mar 25 2010

Succubi Image of the Week 118

This is the last week of a series of artwork by a single artist that I am going to share from Deviantart. They have created a series of Succubi images using some of the most well known names in Succubi mythology…

The artist is known as Genzoman and this, the final image in the series is called Eisheth Zenunim…

Genzoman’s Deviantart site can be found here.

And you can find the original page with this work here on Deviantart as well.

Eisheth Zenunim, Isheth Zenunim or as she is also known as Eisheth, is one of the four queens of hell and second wife of the demon Samael. She is called the angel of whoredom and the mother of prostitution. Like her succubi sisters Lilith, Agrat Bat Mahlat and Naamah, she is part of of the group called the angels of prostitution in Zoharistic texts.

Elsheth is described as the youngest of the four sisters. She is also described as a seductive devil, and works for the falling of men into the sins of the flesh. She also is described as feeding on the souls of the fallen.

The way she is portrayed in this work, to me at least, makes this the least favorite of the series in my eyes… The way she is posed, sort of in mid-gulp, bothers me somewhat as she doesn’t look as sexy or sensual as the other Succubi in this series…

Please do visit Genzoman’s Deviantart page to see all of the wonderful art he has created!


Mar 24 2010

Why would a costume like this exist?

Sometimes you see a costume and the first thing you think is, what were you thinking? This one… oh my… This one is a grade-A prime example of that…

I’m speechless… Completely and totally speechless over this costume. What exactly is this supposed to be?

The information on this costume claims that it is a black and red devil’s costume…

I mean… seriously?

Anyway, what you get with this costume is a cape with Black tattered material and printed red shall with an attached vinyl choker…

And that’s it.

Everything else, the horns, the boots, the black dress that you can almost see in the picture are not part of this…

I don’t think anything that could be added to this could help it in any way, shape or form to be honest…

You can find this for $20 US on the web, but I have no idea why you would want to…

This gets zero pitchforks out of five… Prolly the first time I have ever given zero I think to be honest…

Avoid, avoid, avoid…


Mar 23 2010

Temptations LIII (53)

The discussion in the Queen of the Succubi’s home continues…


Temptations LIII (53)

By TeraS and Legion

Tera tilted her head at his words and the hint of a smile tugged at her lips as she said, “You do not come under false layers? Really? How interesting…. So the fact that you appeared as something that you are not… The fact that you did not come as you are does not mean that the approach was a falsehood? Interesting… Truly interesting…”

At the mention of desires she answered, “Desires are that are they not? The question that appears when a desire is fulfilled is…. To which desire do you agree to for the moment and if it is the wrong one…. Then why accept it?”

She laughed softly then, warmly in truth as she answered to the note about special with, “Perhaps in some way then my dear Legion I am special… In others I might be so very ordinary…. It depends on the viewer of me and what they believe they see doesn’t it?”

When he came to the point…. The important point it appeared of being her counterpart, Tera said with some amusement in her voice, “I see no horns or tail around you my dear Legion… Are you hiding that away from me then? How strange and unbecoming that seems to be…”

Then she pulled her legs underneath her and then wrapped her tail in a coil in her lap before saying simply, “So you have met me…. Is your interest piqued?”

Legion simply clicked his tongue in mild disappointment, she really was a creature of specifics wasn’t she?

“Oh come now M’lady, you have never appeared before anyone other than in your natural form?  I have not insulted your wisdom, please do not insult mine.”

She was cunning this one, a lovely challenge.  He had to admit to enjoying himself, “I believe desires can be summed up in a simple phrase oh Queen… ‘Be careful what you wish for,’ especially since your never sure what you wish wil be what you want.”

He mildly watched as she coiled her tail around herself.  She really was good at this, appearing all innocent and vunerable, to the point that you almost thing she needs protection.  Be he knew nothing could be further from the truth.  If a battle should break out between them the outcome would be all but certain.

But fighting was about as far from his thoughts as it could be.

“My interest was piqued before I met you oh Queen, else I would not arrive here.  I suppose the question is… am i piquing your interest?”

Tera shrugged at his words, “I appear as I am needed to be… Those that seek me… Will find me… That is the way of things…”

She rested her head against her hand and said, “I have not touched your wisdom… Only your intentions… There is a difference you know… For example the casting of a question and the retrieving on an answer can be a sport or a toil… Sometimes the difference is hard to see for what it truly is…”

At the words of desire, Tera giggled and said, “Desires are not my world my dear Legion… I am other things but desire no…. For that is the realm of the seeker… Not mine… I cannot make desires, but I can respond to them…. And I do… In my own way…”

She trailed a finger over her tail as he asked if her interest was piqued. Her eyes twinkled a little as she said, “That is possible I suppose… But what is the result of the interest? That remains to be seen doesn’t it?”

He smiled faintly and mulled over her words, “Those that seek you will find you, you say.  That is most interesting.  But I wonder, what does someone like you seek?  Or who?  Desire may not be your world, but all creatures have some desires, from the smallest ant to the largest creatures.  Even if it is only food and warmth, all desire something.”

He could not help but chuckle at her words, “I never said I had wisdom oh Queen.  Let’s just call it common sense in the ways of magic and the world of humans.”

He stared at her through his hooded eyes, ever glowing a soft, soothing blue, “Well, if your interest is possiblypiqued, only you could know exactly what the possible result of that interest would be.  I have already said mine was, the result of which was me seeking you out.”

He calmly rose and walked over to the fire, putting his hands in front so they absorb the heat, “You are a creature of habit oh Queen.  You have always been that way from what I have heard.  Bringing joy and, some would say, a touch of mischief to people’s lives who come looking for you.  Even for a few who do not.”

He looks back slyly at her, “But yet your talents are so far beyond what others have.  You are unique, special, a cut above.  The whole of the world lay before you with your generous heart and your special gifts.”

He turned back to the fire, rubbing his hands and making them even more warm than they were, “All of your… clients,” he decided that being the best word, “that have been graced with the gifts you give them consider themselves blessed, yet you, in some ways, deny such blessings for yourself.”

His hands, at last, very warm, he walked slowly around to the back of the couch where she still sat, eyeing him, wondering what he would do next. He walked up behind her and rested his warm hands on her shoulders, lightly massaging them, “Perhaps it is time you tried something a little different, something new.”


Something new? Something borrowed, something blue?

Should be red really…

More next time…


Mar 22 2010

Storm Clouds XLV – An ongoing Succubi Story

This is the continuing story of the Succubi called Storm Clouds…

If you want to read previous chapters, please click the link in the Tale header at the top of the page marked Storm Clouds or click here...

Adding more to Chapter Eleven, not enough explanation of Jane I think, so added that in the conversation with Tera… I think that this completes this chapter… Thank you James for your help as always…


Storm Clouds XLV

Storm Clouds

Chapter 10

By TeraS

Tom leaned against a tree watching as Brent played with his children next to a small fountain with a soaring angel in the center. He was puzzled by what the fountain was supposed to mean, and that showed on his face. After all, who would expect an angel motif in a place that didn’t seem to have a lot of angel-looking beings in it?

Camilla came around from behind the fountain, carrying a small box in her hands. When she came close to Tom, she asked if he had eaten anything. When he didn’t answer, she simply put a wrapped sandwich in his hands and, with a nod of her head, directed him to have a seat at a picnic table nearby.

After getting settled, Tom watched as she began to pick at a salad. As he unwrapped the sandwich, he asked, “Something bothering you?”

She paused and then began, “What bothers me, Thomas, is that I have lost a Sister. I suffer for that. But that’s nothing compared to Brent and his children.”

Tom picked out a slice of tomato, “How bad is it for Brent?”

She poked the fork into the salad with some force, “If he didn’t have the children, I am sure that he would … be no more.”

Tom considered that as he took a bite, “He’s still here. So are the kids. And you. He doesn’t strike me as the type to put a bullet to his head and end it all. Sorry, Camilla, I’m not going to dwell on that.”

“Heartless, aren’t you Thomas? Or is that just a means to protect yourself?”

Tom reached into a pocket of his jacket and tossed a small notebook onto the table between them: “Haven’t the time to dwell right now Camilla. Brent gave me a list of people that had something against him. I can look into the ones who are people. You game to grill the ones who aren’t?”

She turned the notebook around and opened the cover. After a moment she whistled: “I would not have guessed at any of these.”

Tom wiped his lips with a napkin, “How bad are the names you recognize? The ones I do are lousy, but I can take most of them from the list. I’m looking for a killer, and most of them are playboys, play-toys and thrill seekers. They don’t qualify.”

Another bite. “Three of them I’ll have to grill.”

She considered him, “At least your list is a short one. From this side I can see ten times that many creatures and things who would have loved to be the one to have done this…”

Tom shook his head, “Not love, Camilla. Need.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Tom explained, “Some people would love to get an advantage over someone else. That’s a wish, a hope and nothing more. Then there are those that need to get that revenge or whatever else they see it as. They have the power to do so, and more so, they wouldn’t be stopped by anything to get it. That’s need.”

She started back at the beginning of the list again, her fingers tracing down the names. Then she said, “Two that we can get to; one that I would not touch with a ten foot pole and an army of hellhounds behind me.”

Arching an eyebrow, he asked, “That bad?”

She shrugged, “Worse. We’ll need help to see that one.”

Tom considered his sandwich, “You know something? I am more inclined to believe that whoever did this is on your turf rather than mine.”

Raising her fork, she explained, “It can be that someone, as you say, on our turf started this, but you don’t understand how things work in your world. You see, Thomas, while some creatures like us can exist there and interact with your people, there are so many more that need an anchor, something or someone to believe in them and give them purchase in your world. Without that they can’t do anything physical.”

Confused, Tom just nodded for her to continue.

“Magic is thin in your world now. Creatures that once thrived in your world now can’t exist there. Oh they can look in, try to whisper thoughts and ideas into people’s minds and see what happens, but, without someone who believes, like a wizard, mage, or witch… they can’t actually do anything there.”

“Then how do you all manage to be there?”

She smiled, “Sex is a powerful thing. Love more so. If you are intimately connected with both of those, then crossing over isn’t a hard thing to do.”

He nodded slowly, “Base desires and overwhelming needs are the gateway to the soul or something?”

“Or something.”

They were quiet for a time until Tom said, “I need to get back, get on and see those names. Can you check your list and … ?”

She shook her head, “No. You are stuck with me for the moment, Thomas. You can do your investigating there and then we’ll both see what happens.”

He frowned, “Are you telling me that I am going to have to go with you to see what you are afraid of seeing?”

“Afraid doesn’t mean I will not go there. But here’s the thing: you are a detective. You know how to ask questions and, moreover, you see more than I do. I think that you asking the questions of them will get us further than I can alone. Besides which, you have one power over them that I don’t.”

Tom looked shocked: “Power? I got nothing.”

Camilla gave a small shake of her head, “You have free will. You have the ability to choose. Most of the creatures we will have to see do not have that luxury. They are connected to other beings in ways that make them what they are. You however … you don’t have that flaw.”

He sighed, “No. I have the flaw that makes me always do the right thing.”

She munched on her salad, “That’s not a flaw. It’s a gift.”

A small smile, “Some gift.”

She just prodded her salad, “Better than most. Count your blessings Thomas.”

Tom chewed on that, and on his sandwich before asking, “Tell me something. Why is it that you always speak to me so formally? It’s always Thomas, not Tom. Come to think of it, I haven’t heard any of you use nicknames or shortened names, for that matter.”

“Manners count, Thomas.”

He gave her a look, “Well I can understand that, Mom always said that having a civil tongue was timportant, but…”

She shook her head, “No buts about it. You can get further with a kind word than with a foul one.”

Tom’s smile was just this side of wicked, “You can get further still with a kind word and a two-by-four.”

“Oh so you have met Tera before, then?”


A similar smile appeared, “You sound a lot like her when she’s in a mood, you know.”

Tom stuck the last of the sandwich in his mouth and mumbled, “Probably why she liked me.”

Taking the list back from Camilla, Tom reviewed it again trying to decide who he would try to see first. Running his finger down the list he tapped one name, “Okay. I think I want to start to get on the bad side of the big names in the city.”

Camilla put her fork down and opened her purse. Taking out a small business card, she handed it to him, “Take this. Some places, your badge won’t get you far. This will open those doors for you.”

Tom considered the card. It wasn’t made of paper. It was a solid piece of silver made into a business card. Written on it was a short line of gold text: He’s doing me a favour. And then a single handwritten letter “T”.

“You can’t be serious.”

Camilla finished the last of her salad with the reply, “Try it. But only as a last resort, okay?”

Deciding that this wasn’t a card to be thrust into a pocket to be crushed, he took out the billfold that held his badge and placed the card into the pocket on the other side of it. Snapping it shut, he replied, “Well, it might as well be next to that piece of tin, to keep it company.”

Camilla picked up what was left of the meal they had shared and tossed it into a bin nearby. Motioning to Tom, she led him to Brent and the children where she said her goodbyes to them. She spoke with Brent quietly for a moment before turning to the kids and giving them a long loving hug.

Tom knelt down to look into the kids eyes and said, “Look after your Dad, okay, kids?” The answer was just a shy nod from them both before they ran over to their father and hid behind him. Tom stood up and offered his hand to Brent, “Do her proud right?”

Brent shook the offered hand with a firm grip, “I will. Watch your back out there, Thomas. Not all things are exactly what they seem.”

Releasing his grip, Tom said, “Rarely is. But sometimes you see exactly what is there, Brent.”

He then turned away and walked to Camilla: “Let’s go. Time’s a-wastin.”

It was a short walk until they were out of sight of Brent and the children. Then Camilla’s horns and tail reappeared as she drew a pattern in the air. Moments later and a portal appeared.

“I don’t think I will ever get used to that.”

She laughed, “Be happy you don’t have to deal with a Tail.”

“Seriously: what exactly does that mean?”

Camilla just smiled as they passed through the portal and it closed after them, leaving a small whirlwind of dust in their wake.

Storm Clouds

Chapter 11

By TeraS

Leaves fluttered around in the afternoon breeze moving here and there aimlessly until finally they came to rest on the green lawn beneath them. The chairs had long been taken away, the place where people had gathered to say goodbye was a plain open space once again.

Then, with a flash of light, a portal opened there, once again making the leaves spin and fly around until it vanished, revealing two figures standing there. Tom and Camilla had returned to the place their journey had begun earlier that day.

Tom looked around, “Looks like they all left without us.”

Camilla brushed some leaves from her hair, “What needed to be said was. Tera would have thanked them, comforted some of them, and reminded them that life needed to be lived.”

“She’s a theologian, too?”

A small giggle, “She is who she is.”

Tom paused for a moment to look at the scene around him, still not quite believing all that he had seen before offering his arm to Camilla, “We’d better get going.”

She held up a finger towards him to wait and then, to Tom’s surprise, her body and clothing shimmered. If looked as if she was underwater for a moment and then it vanished. Camilla stood there, no horns, no tail, and now wearing a blue sweater and jeans.

“You must save a lot of money on clothes with that stunt.”

As she took his arm, a wink and the words, “Well fashion is important to a girl you know.”

Together they walked side by side from the backyard, through the ground level, and out the front doors of the brownstone building.

As they passed through the front yard, they could see Tera, sitting on a balcony, high up on the third floor of the building. She was in the same dress she had worn for the ceremony that morning, looking concerned with what was going on and why someone would threaten her own.  She rested on a wrought iron chair, a small table with some papers upon it beside that.

She watched as Tom and Camilla hailed a passing cab and then entered it. Tom was the last to enter, pausing for a moment to look back at Tera.

He touched two fingers to his left temple and then nodded to her. Tera’s reply was the raising of the tea cup towards him and a nod in return. As the cab left, she continued to pick apart what she had learned from those that had attended this morning, and, even more so, those that had not.

Someone was threatening her own, that was concerning, but, more over, the reason why escaped her for the moment. Still, she had found someone to search the mortal realm, and she had placed with him someone that could help to protect him.

She hoped that wouldn’t be necessary …

As she sipped the cup of tea in her hand, a voice broke her thoughts: “Why are we doing nothing?”

Placing the cup on the table, she answered, “We are doing something. The old ways are long gone, we cannot simply strike without aim. Our kind is better and smarter than that. Come here, Daughter … It is not seemly to hide in the shadows and seethe in anger …”

A snort of derision was the only answer until Jane came into view. She walked past Tera and stared off into the city around them. Crossing her arms over her chest, she began to rant, “You place your trust in a human, someone who has no idea what he faces. You ask one of your own to look after that human and, moreover, you tell her to submit to his will. How can you do this?”

“I can …”

“That is not an answer.”

“Of course it is, Daughter. It is the very first lesson I learned, so long ago. I can believe in others. I can trust in others. That is the first lesson in knowing yourself and what you can do.”

Jane gripped the railing until her knuckles were white, the anger within her so very clear as she twisted her hands against the cold steel. Looking over towards Tera, she remarked, “I don’t believe that Brent told us the truth.”

“I know he has. For what reason would be lie about his Eternal? Just because you do not understand does not make his words false…”

“You have trust, Tera. I do not. I buried my twin today. I have lost a part of myself that … I should have known she was in danger and helped her … I couldn’t. I want someone to pay for this. I want to be there to strip skin from bones and cause an eternity of suffering for this.”

Tera’s sigh was long and sad, “Have you forgotten all that you have learned Jane? Are you really so willing to fall into darkness for this? You are still young in our ways, but you know well that what you ask for… cannot be.”

Jane didn’t look towards Tera, “I should have been there.”

“You could not, Daughter … You were not in a place to help her. No one was. She was targeted by someone or something that wants something from us.”

Jane continued to fume, “Then strike back against them… All of them… Tera, just send out the Syreen. They are hunters, they will find the ones responsible and make them pay.”

Tera picked up the cup, “All right Daughter. Who shall we send them against? The humans for being here? Those beneath that wish us harm? Those above that cannot understand us?”

A sip of the tea and then, “Being vague would mean that you condemn all around you to the same fate. A fate that they do not deserve. The ones that did this? They will be found and then taught the error of their attack on us. But not a moment before I have proof of that, and not a moment sooner.”

That made Jane pause for a moment, her thoughts putting what Tera had said together with something she had read that morning. Looking to the grass below, she whispered, “I saw a story in the newspaper today. It mentioned the place where Brent had been. It said that a man had been seen leaving the place before the fire started.”

Tera shook her head slightly as if to say no, but then she brushed a finger over her lips before answering, “That would mean someone else was there, obviously.  Then the question to be asked is: what was he there for and what, if anything, does he have to do with what happened there?”

Another whisper from Jane: “Or Brent is lying about what happened.”

Jane heard the cup settle upon the table and then… silence.

The silence that followed those words extended for a time and then, to Jane’s surprise, she felt a hand take hold of her right wrist and begin to pull her into the building, the tea cup on the table tumbling into space as she was forced inside  and out of sight of the surrounding world.

When she turned around, she saw Tera standing there with her red horns and tail visible. The tail pointed at Jane as harsh words passed through the air: “If you see an error in my ways, Daughter, say so. If you feel that I am wrong, prove it. If you have a better idea, show me. If all you have is opinion and anger, you do me and your Sister not a single bit of good.”

Tera closed the distance between them, pressing Jane against the wall behind her in fear of her Queen’s wrath. She closed her eyes, waiting for the strike of a hand against her cheek and the words of displeasure she knew were to come.

But instead, she felt a brush of fingertips against that cheek and then, for a moment, all she could do was listen to Tera’s words as her body refused to move under that touch …

“How do you think I feel, Jane? How do you think I feel when one of you is harmed? How much more do I suffer when one of you dies? How much worse is it when that is for no good reason? You talk of the pain you have for Patricia’s passing in your heart. As her mother, do you not think I share that?”

Jane couldn’t look at her. For the first time since she had become one of Tera’s she felt ashamed for disappointing her. A tremble in her voice revealed her fear as she asked, “Mother… have… have I disappointed you?”

She found her head turned towards Tera, and could not resist the power behind that. Tera’s voice was soft again, “You have not disappointed me Daughter… Am I worried? Yes. Do I fear for you? Always. But you have not disappointed me. That would take far more than some anger towards me.”

Jane’s eyes fell upon Tera, seeing a soft smile on her lips and the love of a mother in her eyes. She felt Tera’s fingers stroke against her skin and then, unbidden, tears began to fall across that cheek, wetting the fingers that remained there. Jane managed a sob, “I …”

The sob was answered by a soft hush and the words, “Do not let the need for revenge or the hate that comes with it cloud your judgment …”

Jane whimpered the truth, “I can’t, Tera … I just can’t …”

“I know… I’ve been there before…”

She felt a tail wrap around her legs, and then she was in Tera’s embrace, the tears coming without end …

… and Tera just telling her to let it all out …

Mar 21 2010

A Succubus for Christmas…

A Succubus for Christmas… While this isn’t that time of year, it is spring after all, it is the title of a collection of short stories that has appeared on recently…

A Succubus for Christmas and Other Tales of Devilish Delights is a collection of short stories by the author known as M. E. Hydra, or more popularly in the erotica field as Many-Eyed Hydra.

This collection of thirteen of his works encompasses most of the short stories he has published on such sites as and

Currently, it is available on in paperback form, but according to an email from the author I received, it will be available as well as a download on in October of this year.

I have been a long time fan of Hydra’s works for many years now, he has a wonderful style of writing and the way he describes Succubi in his stories is quite delicious…

I have to admit that his Succubi are penned in the manner of the classical definition of Succubi, so they tend to consume those that they interact with in his stories as they do in the myths and legends… This does make me pause occasionally at some of the more… involved scenes that Hydra pens, but I can overcome my dislike of that for the descriptions and actions that his Succubi perform…

A very small sample of his writing, from his story Slayer vs. Succubus in which the Succubus of the story first appears:

She leaned against a bookcase, her hips pushed forward as she struck a provocative pose. She wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. Her voluptuous figure was completely naked. Carpenter marvelled at the full swell of her ample breasts, her long legs and the elegant features of her face. Black hair cascaded down her back in waves.

The babe was a demon.

Her skin was a deep blood red. Two black wings were folded behind her back. A tail, complete with a little arrow point, flicked back and forth between her ankles. Her ears were pointed, she had two horns on her head and her eyes looked like two doorways into the abyss. Despite this her face was still more beautiful than the most exotic model.

She was a demon babe. No, she was a demon mega-babe.

I love the way in which the overpowering erotic power of the Succubus in the story is displayed in this one short introduction of her. You can almost picture her just in the few words that tell of what she appears as here…

That is probably Hydra’s  greatest gift in his works… The way he gives you enough detail to cause your imagination to fill in the blanks in just the right way to complete the story for you…

I hope that he will be writing more of his tales of the Succubi soon…

I will be watching…


Mar 20 2010

An upcoming novel about Lilith and her Sisters…

I discovered a YouTube video about an upcoming novel about Lilith that is called Sisterhood of Darkness…

And in case the embedding doesn’t work:

The author describes this work as being…

Lilith is the leader of goddesses who have lost the path to the light by betrayal and heartache. The sisters must find there soulmates. Lost loves from their past who souls are now in human males, demons,and even angels but can true love make them whole and can the light embrace their dark souls. These books have comical moments, plus deep passion. The sisterhood has to save the mortal realm as well as the magical realms of the forgotten gods and goddesses to stop Azarel and his horde from destorying everything and everyone.

I found a page on the web that has a excerpt of this work, you can find that here.

It looks to be interesting, though I do not know if Lilith will be portrayed as a Succubus or not in this book. It also is supposed to be the first of a series of novels, which will have Lilith’s sisters appearing in it as i understand it…

Reading the except of the first book that is available, I hope that the author manages to locate a good editor, as there is a lot of things in their writing that could do with a little polishing.

Still, i look forward to reading this someday soon…